Lyrics:
the love of me father
I say that holy Trinity
I ain't going to lie
I know I ain't even close
To being the best of them three
I just try to do the best that I
the love of me father
I say that holy Trinity
I ain't going to lie
I know I ain't even close
To being the best of them three
I just try to do the best that I
1 time for the Father
Yeah 2 times for the Son
Aye 3 Holy Ghost
I got the dream team no need for subs
Aye 1 time for the Father
Yeah 2 times for
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
off the block and I'm dodging these sirens
And that's word to the trinity
Father say son the spirit he lives in me
And I'm killing the beat, no
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
door and it cannot be closed
By no man my God sits at the post
As my spiritual host who strengthens my hope
And lightens my load get me upright and bold
daughters and sons
Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
Somebody's been keepin' secrets
In this quiet town, they know how to live
Good people
And it's only by his grace
That I'm able to stand strong right now
Glory to the Father
He did that
Yeah
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm
wasn't checking the children's backpacks
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
bush
Fair Lucy she sits at her father's door
Weeping and making moan
When by there comes her brother dear
"What ails thee Lucy Wan?"
"Oh I ail and I ail
get lit
Walking in the function, how I be serving
Like who you testing? My
Bro got lethal weapons
Riding with my top down (On fucking acid)
And where
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in
gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I hear
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
The people in God's presence
And Jesus does this
And He came and tore the veil
And took down all that divided us
We no longer have to live with a wall
Standing
desire.
Oh Lord. I am childless.
Grant me a son.
Do you desire to have a virtuous, wise and pious son,
who will live up to only sixteen years?
of the pie...
[Interlude]
Yo son, whatup whatup son? I'm downstairs
Buzz the door man, all these niggas man, these niggas
Lookin at my clothes and shit
Man these
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
and desperate they committed a unthinkable sin
The daughters got their father drunk, laid down with him one by one
And nine months later they both bore their own
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
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